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Picture a circle representing naturally-born “kid-people”. Picture another circle representing mothers. Let’s be more specific and label it mothers of, say, four children (but feel free to insert your number of choice). In a Venn diagram depicting the two, I would fall in the outer edge of the mothers of four children, the place where the two circles do not intersect. I adore my own children, my nieces and nephews, and my friends’ kids, and would run out into traffic to rescue a vagabond toddler in a heartbeat, but please, please don’t ask me to be a fieldtrip mom. […]

I have a confession to make…I have a secret relationship with people.com. I used to order the magazine to the clinic. Clearly, Blair has a higher literary standard and lower tolerance for scantily clothed celebrities than I do and he requested that we cancel it, so now it’s people.com with my coffee. […]

Last weekend I danced with Julianna. Usually I watch as she dances in the living room or through the kitchen or on a stage, but on Friday evening we danced together, dressed as 1920’s flapper girls, on the wooden floor of Kelly’s Saloon at Fort Edmonton Park. It was our friend Laura’s 1920’s-themed 22nd birthday party, and as our whole family loves Laura, our whole family was there. Three gangstas, one hula-hooping hobo boy, and two flapper girls. […]

They are a gorgeous couple. She is young and beautiful, her dark hair in a ponytail, pulled through the back of her pink hat. Tall and handsome, he’s leaning in, his arm securely around her waist. And they are smiling. They are my friend’s brother and sister-in-law. They just finished Race For The Cure. They found out just weeks ago that she has breast cancer. She is just 35. […]

Sometimes the grass does look greener on the other side of the fence. Sometimes it just looks cleaner, more tidy, on the other side of the fence. I look over people’s fences – on Facebook, in short conversations while waiting for the kids, watching familial interactions at ballet and soccer, and opening Christmas letters every year. […]

Three of our very favourite people came to visit last weekend. 5-year old Jacob is fun-loving and precocious, and has an incredible imagination. One afternoon, a couple of visits ago, he came down the stairs, sword in hand, knight helmet (picture Shrek) on, and roared ferociously. […]